I was reading in bed the other night, occasionally looking up to
Three Little Kittens
Three little kittens, they lost their mittens and they began to cry. Oh, mother dear, we sadly fear that we have lost our mittens. What? Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie!
Okay, there we go. Kittens crying, mother scolding and withholding food. Child abuse, for sure.
Three little kittens, they found their mittens, and they began to cry. Oh, mother dear, see here, see here. For we have found our mittens. Put on your mittens, you silly kittens and you shall have some pie,
Food as reward. Definitely could contribute to the trend toward childhood obesity.
Then the little guys got into real trouble.
Three little kittens put on their mittens and soon ate up the pie. Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear that we have soiled out mittens. What? Soiled your mittens, you naughty kittens. Then they began to sigh.
Name calling? More abusive behavior. You're not supposed to tell kittens they're "bad". Their behavior is unacceptable.
Three little kittens, they washed their mittens and hung them out to dry. Oh, mother dear, do yo not hear that we have washed our mittens? What? washed your mittens, then you're good kittens, but I smell a rat close by.
So Mother's not doing her job, protecting the family from marauding rats and she's worried about the kids getting their clothes a bit dirty. I think my kids would think I was nuts if I tried to teach the grandkids nursery rhymes. Better to stick to the knitting. (These are being knitted from Susan B. Anderson's Waiting for Winter pattern.)